Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

The banquet wasn't over yet, so Nicholas still hadn't left.

He found a quiet corner to pour himself a drink, although it wasn't clear what he was waiting for. I clearly didn't need him, and I even slapped him.

His hand paused mid-air as the glass hovered near his lips. For a moment, he seemed lost, but his gaze quickly sharpened as someone approached. His expression grew cold.

Pete had no trouble finding Nicholas. Nicholas had this indescribable presence. Wherever the coldest, loneliest spot in the hall was, that was where Nicholas could be found. Yet, people couldn't help but be drawn toward him. "You're like a goddamn ghost, haunting us everywhere we go!"

Pete didn't know where his strength came from. But somehow he grabbed Nicholas, who was much larger, by the collar and hoisted him off his stool.

Nicholas was caught off guard and stumbled as Pete dragged him up.

"Looking for a fight?" Nicholas's voice was cold.

"Damn right! I've been wanting to beat your ass for years!"

to get stronger. The only reason Nicholas hadn't gotten this beating sooner was that Pete hadn't been able to take him before! Nicholas smirked but didn't resist. He let

sleek elevator wall with a loud thud. But instead of getting angry,

the curious onlookers.

he finished speaking, he launched his

tilted his head

a few strands of his hair, revealing his clear forehead. A

en

clearly pleased with the opportunity. He hadn't thought of a better way to get a free pass to land a punch on Pete until

a fashion mogul controlling the wallets of the world's wealthiest

illness, alcohol, and cigarettes. The two were evenly matched. At some point, one of them slammed into the panel. The elevator

elevator doors opened, Nicholas kicked Pete, sending him

come out

ripped off his jacket and threw it on Pete.

the right to fight me? Did